Maybe my first blog should be more neutrally toned or even positive. But then again, the subject wouldn’t really be worthy of a blog. I’m going to talk about something that really bothers me. Something that, apparently everyone at Gallaudet University and anyone who’s ever been at Gallaudet University, knew but I didn’t.

Rat funerals.

No, I’m not that out of the loop. I’ve heard about “rat funerals” but I’ve always interpreted the term “rat” more loosely, as a somewhat more endearing term for the lowly class of freshmen. I’ve seen the plaques in the ground around campus. I’ve seen the dates on them. I’ve seen the names. I thought a “rat funeral” was some symbolic ritual that celebrated the end of the freshman year. What I didn’t know was that there are actual dead rats under these plaques, which are perhaps more aptly termed tombstones.

So someone explained that what really happens is that each incoming class of freshmen buys an actual real-life rat and takes care of it throughout their first year. By the end of the year, they engage in a ritualistic cleansing of suppressed anger inflicted by the similarly ritualistic upperclassmen practice of teasing the freshmen. The freshmen take out these feelings on the rat by physically torturing it until it dies. Methods of torture vary - from a simple beating to drowning.

Okay, I don’t like rats. I think they’re nasty creatures. I can’t stand their small beady eyes and their fat rubbery tails. I know they’re responsible for spreading disease and overall nastiness. I like nothing about them. I shudder when I see them cross the street at night or scurry from under my garbage can to that hole in the pavement. But they are living creatures. They live, breathe, and feel pain. Because of that, I don’t understand how could people care for a rat and then mercilessly kill it at the end of the year with no thought of its suffering? I just don’t get it.

No, this is not about me being a vegetarian. This is about compassion for other living creatures. Do unto others as you would have them do unto you, even if the other’s a rat.

I guess I’ll never look at these plaques on the Gallaudet campus the same again. And maybe I should brush up on my Gallaudet lore some more.


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